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THE FALSE ONE.

A TALE OF WOMAN'S HEART.

Had I never loved so kindly,

Had I never loved so blindly;
Had we never met or parted,

passed away when she hid her face in my bosom, and whispered, "Rather suspect that the mother could hate the child she bore, the Almighty hate the thing of his own creation-the flower hate the dews I had ne'er been broken hearted."BURNS. that feed it, than that I could deceive you, Walter!" No more words passed be- Never shone the sun upon a fairer creatween us then, my heart was too full of ture than was Edith Hasselden, and never joy for utterance. At length the darkness until now, upon a happier one. Her life deepened, and we arose; as Adel lifted had been a summer's morning-all brighther head from my shoulder a small folded ness and joy. Even Love, that urchin of paper fell from her bosom heavily to the storm and calm, of smiles and tears, had ground, I stooped to regain it, and held it been productive of nothing but happiness playfully for an instant before returning it. to her. The scene was changing now; Adel almost screamed in her anxiety to she had to endure her first trial, her lover re-possess it. "Give it me for mercy's was to bid her adieu. that evening, for sake, I implore you," she uttered in a voice some months, as he was about to pay a so excited, that it sounded strange and un-long-promised visit to an old friend of his like hers; my eyes then fell upon some father's in Paris. Edith was pacing the written words, "To my own Adel!" And garden, anxiously waiting his arrival, this was not all, the hand that had penned She felt unhappy, beyond what the occathose words was my brother's! You are sion warranted; she did not fear he would perhaps surprised at my writing thus forget her, she was too true herself to suscalmly; my hand does not tremble, it is pect treachery in him; her love was so cold as my heart, and that is marble. pure, so undivided, a thing so almost holy, I heeded not the adjuration of Adel, but that it seemed impossible she could have opened the paper; it contained his minia- bestowed it on one unworthy. No, it was ture, and these words, "I understand that not a doubt of his affection, or his conthe day is fixed-so much the better, or stancy, that caused her present uneasiness, the love-sick swain might make unplea- but an undefined presentiment of future sant discoveries. I think I had better evil.

withdraw for a few weeks till it is all over, She did not know Horace Seaton; there and then, nous verrons. Here is the pic- were few that did. Even those far more ture you begged so hard for; by the bye, conversant with the world than her, could Walter would give much for one of those not deem that beneath that warm glowing sweet persuasions you have lavished upon manner, there was hidden a cold, calculame. Adieu. ting, selfish heart. It was true, he loved FERDINAND." Edith Hasselden, as much as such a heart Thus ended the scrawl. Have I writ-ever loves; she was young and beautiful, ten enough? Need I repeat what I said and that gratified his pride; she loved him, -need I tell you how I acted? Were I and that pleased his vanity.

to attempt the recital, I should go mad. He had kept his appointment with her, I have not seen Adel since that hour. and the moment of parting had arrived. From that hour life has been to me a They were sitting on a garden bench, both blank-utter desolation, still I live on. appeared sorrowful, his arm was round Life!-a living death!

"Lonely, I steer my bark of life
Towards a deathless land;

It will not fear the seas of strife,
If it but reach the strand
Where all is peace and angels come,
To take the outworn wanderer home."

her, and he whispered words of love, and hopes of future happiness.

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Edith, my own Edith," he said, "you have promised to remember me, and to greet my return with pleasure; one more request, and I have done. Accept this ring, and promise me, as you value my peace, that no other shall remove it. On my return, dearest, it shall be replaced by another at the altar. Will you not promise me?

The blushing girl hesitated; again that tenance; but a withered, blighted, breakchilling, vague uneasiness, crept over her ing heart. heart; but she banished it, and placed her hand in his. The large dark eye of Edith, Three years had elapsed, and Edith would have been startling at that moment, Hasselden stood gazing from her casement with its intensity of lustre, but that it was upon the lake below, while the soft moon softened into mild beauty, by the tears shone in unclouded. loveliness. The next which trembled in it. She looked at him day was to be her marriage-day. A genwith an expression, in which love and en- tleman, named Fortescue, had seen and tire confidence were blended. admired her; love is too strong a word. "Horace," she said, "I will-I do pro- He admired her beauty, was not repulsed mise, that this ring shall never be removed, by her coldness, and, after a few months' but at the altar. I will not ask you to re- acquaintance, obtained a cool, careless member me, while away, it would be im- consent from her, to become his wife. She plying a doubt that you would not: but for was strangely altered; no longer the buoyme, I will think of you, day and night; 1ant enthusiastic girl, with looks and will hold this spot sacred; I will hold com- thoughts equally fresh and glowing: she munion wh none here, but Him, who had become the calm, unimpassioned, dignow sees us, and who knows the truth or nified woman. Tears had washed every falsehood of our hearts. To Him will I trace of the rose from her cheek, and pray for your happiness, whatever my fate what with her paleness, and the constant may be." repression of every feeling on her counteThey parted, and oh! how the fond girl nance, she had acquired the appearance cherished the memory of that parting- of one of Canova's statues; cold, yet wonscene, and the words he had uttered; for derfully beautiful.

days afterwards she fancied that she could She stood sometime at her casement in still hear his voice floating round her-deep thought: at length she murmured, could still feel the pressure of his hand as " It must be!" and turning from the winhe passed the ring upon her finger. She dow seated herself at a desk, from whence little thought that they had parted for she removed a small packt of letters. She ever! that that voice and hand, would trembled violently ae she rose and walked henceforth be dead to her; that she had towards a fire at the other end of the room wasted her young warm heart's best and She held them over the flame for an infreshest feelings on one who would out- stant, and in the next they were burning. rage them; those feelings, which the heart "So perish all remembrance of him," she entertains but once; which we would give she said. empires-worlds, to entertain again! Again she walked towards the window, He had promised to write to her, and and took from her bosoma miniature; she had broken that promise. Edith counted appeared collecting courage to destroy the hours each day, until the post was de- that also, A pang shot over her heart and livered, with a wild and throbbing heart; brow as she gazed upon the picture; She but each day proved him more and more pressed it convulstvely to her lips; and forgetful. At length, strange rumours bitter tears, in spite of her desperate effert reached her of an approaching marriage to repress them, burst forth in torrents, as between Horace Seaton and a young lady if from a source long pent up; she passed in Paris, of great fortune. They crushed her hand over her brow as if to ease its and chilled her spirit-and the gay-the burning pain. "I cannot, oh, no!-I canhappy Edith, was no more. not destroy his picture," she said again, We will not-we cannot describe her and she looked on it long and fixedly; feelings, when first she heard these tidings; dreams of other days flitted before she treated them as base calumny! she her, and she sobbed as if her heart would wrote to him-her letter was unanswered! burst.

She accidently met an acquaintance, who But this emotion passed away, she was had just returned from France, and from again still, and calm, and beautiful as Parhim she learnt that it was too true. He ian marble. She unclasped the Tock of had been for some weeks married! She the chain which supported the miniature heard it with a calm and composed coun- of Horace seaton-again she gazed upon

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it. The thought that at that time to-bright, beautiful eyes were closed forever. morrow it would be guilt for her so to gaze Edith Haselden was dead!

came across her mind, and she resolved though she could not destroy, never again to behold it. She placed it in paper which she carefully sealed, and locked it in her desk.

"Now, then, thank heaven, it is over and I shall become another's without one thought of him lingering in my breast," she murmured; but the tone of misery and utter desolation was in contradiction to her words.

THE BLIGHTED HEART.

A FRAGMENT.

His face was pale as a sculptured death;
No statue was ever so cold:
You'd have thought the chill Tyrant had stolen his
breath,

And his knell had already been tolled:
But there gleamed in his eyes a sepulchral fire.
A wan and unearthly light,

they gazed, when you gazed, with a steadfast

ness dire

It was morning, and Edith was arrayed in her bridal dress. Not the quivering And of a lip, not the trembling of an eye-lid, beAs the gazer's soul they'd blight. trayed what was passing in her heart. Not a groan or a sigh on the deep sich broke, She walked steadily up the aisle of the But his brow in despair's still laugue spoke church; she uttered the responses in a low Of griefs that on earth would never depart Of hopes long crushed—and a blighted heart! yet audible voice; but this calm was unnatural, and was soon to be destroyed.

I saw him again ere, his heart was cold, When his soul was hastening home, The ceremony was nearly over, and Aud a change I marked that flattering told Fortescue took her hand upon which he Of health and peace to come; was to place the wedding-ring. He start-"Twas ed at its death-like coldness, and was surprised to see a jewelled one, which he had As we

the hectic of death that died his cheek,
And tinged with a crimson grow,

see in the west a rosy streak,

That gleams on the winter snow. noticed her constantly wearing, was 'not Brightly it sleeps as the ruby hue removed. She had forgotten that. And Of summer suns at the evening view, now the recollection of the vow she had But warmth to the snow it can never impart, As sad and as cold as the blighted heart! made never to let another remove it than he who, however, false he had proved, was still Horace Seaton, the playmate of her Of his youth that for ever had flown, childhood, the idol of her first affections, And he deemed not the flowers at his foot that flashed upon her. The long, long inter

Yet his locks were dark, and the summers were few

rew

Should soon on his bier be thrown.

val of weary days and sleepless nights, His soul was true and his heart was warm,

And his passions were warmer still, reason frowned on the fairy charm, And the canker of grief could kill.

and wasted years, faded away, and she re-
membered only their parting hour, and his Ere
parting words, "I will replace it with an-But his wounds are healed, and his soul's at rest,
other at the altar!" At this moment the Where sorrow ne'er comes in the world of the blest;
bridegroom attempted to withdraw the And heaven itself did a ray impart,
ring; it was too much, the bow was over-
bent and snapped; it was the last feather
that broke the camel's back, and this last
stroke overcame poor fragile Edith Has-
selden.

To chcer the last sigh of the blighted heart!

TERMS.

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THE GROOMSMAN,

'A- TALE FOUNDED UPON INCIDENTS IN RÉAL LIFE.

BY H, N. MOORE, AUTHOR OF “MARY MORRIS.",

CHAPTER V.:

Manuel Garcia, the servant we have so the duties incumbent on him. Eventually frequently had occasion to mention was a he became his employers confidant-more Spaniard by birth. At the age of fourteen like his companion than a

servant.

he emigrated with his parents from Spain It was now more than five years that he to the West, Indies, where they both died had been with Mr. West-suddenly he in a short time of each other, from the ef- gave notice that he was going to leavefects of an epidemical disease. The boy and that gentleman expressed but the sinwas himself attacked by the contagión, but cere dictates of his heart in saying he was survived it. Afterwards he shipped as sorry.

cabin-boy in a brig, and came to the Uni-Then, sir," said Manuel since I have ted States, where he passed a desultory gained the esteem of an equally respected kind of life for several years. The lowest master, I will venture to ask a slight fakind of pilfering and dissipation he was fa- vor."

miliar with, and was finally accused of mur- "Name it-it shall be yours."

der. A tavern keeper near Baltimore was "It is, that you will take into your serfound murdered in his bed, and suspicion vice, in my place a destitute friend-one of the crime fell upon Garcia. Guilty or that has seen better" days, but is now not, he evaded the pursuit of the police, and willing to accept of an humble occupation had the address to insinuate himself into for the sake of a livelihood." the service of Mr. West. In height.he"To grant so simple a request as you was below the middle-size, but thick-set-have named, would scarcely be conferring he had straight black hair, saffron skin, a favour-at any rate but a slight one." and dark restless eyes. His lips were thin" It is all I ask, sir,-all that I wish." and bloodless-his forehead low, and when "It is granted," said Mr. West. "Is frowning his hair, and eyebrows seemed there nothing else that I can do for you?". to meetBut, whatever might have been "Nothing-I thank you. You have the character of his life previous, Mr. been to me a kind master, and I shall ever West found him to be an attentive servant remember you, sir, with gratitude." "When do you leave?"

He was assiduous in his endeavours to please so much so that his master singled him out particularly to wait upon him self. He performed with alacrity, and. apparently with the greatest good-will,

"To morrow evening at dusk." What is the name of your friend?" Thomas Clarke,"

Well-send him as soon as you please

and if he only proves as faithful a sermentary fall of show flitted by; whilst the vant as you have been, I shall have no blast that followed it. betokened the sure reason to complain." pproach of winter and storm.

Accordingly, the next evening. Manuel One intensely cold night, the stars were brought into the parlour, where his mas- shining, but no moon, and after twelve o' ter was sitting, a stranger, whom he intro- clock, the figures of two men were indis duced by the name of Clark Thomas, tinctly visible, standing under the piazza, Clark. in front of Mr. West's mansion.

One of

The person you were speaking of," them was enveloped in a large throw-over said Mr. West, laying aside the book he cloak and a cap of dark cloth was slouch had been reading..

Yes, sir the same." "He is welcome. Sit down, turning to Manuel, he said, "so finally resolved to leave us ???

ed over his brows, effectually concealing the features of his face, The other was sir." bareheaded, with his hand upon, the latch you are of the door, apparently just risen from his bed, and evidently in a hurray to get the

"Yes, sir, to night. But, you will visiter off. find Mr. Clark as capable for your service" So he loves the child, does he?" said as I was." So saying, he furned towards the first, in return to something the other the door, and subsequent to bidding his had advanced.

master and Clark farewell, went up stairs Yes he doats upon it and in his fondfor his trunk, &c and left, the mansion.ness for it has, forgotton his grief for the A week passed and Clark acquitted him- mother," replied the latter This must self very plausibly in his new situation. not be, for while he lives. he must be As Manuel had predicted, he was every wretched! The child must be taken from way capable. He had emigrated to this him.To which the one wrapped in the country from England, he said in answer cloak answered that he would willingly unto a question put to him by Mr. West, who dertake to carry it off.

Die!"

that

was under the impression that he had seen. No," exclaimed his companion him before. He even thought the face will not answer it must die!”, was familiar, but where to place.him he could not recolect. Weeks went by “Yes it must die!" he repeated, in a months a yearand eighteen months alio- positive tone, whilst the glare of a demon gether which brings us up to the date of shot from his eyes, silently, but forcibly October, 1931.—Clark still remained in betraying the working of the fiend within. the service of M. West, and, like his "It must die before its father's eyes it predecessor bad managed to gain the en, must; and you must procure me the poi tire confidence of the ran he served son. An ounce of arsenic will do here's The little Julia was still her father's pet,the money to buy it. Bring it out to-mor quick at her lessons lively amiable row night, and I will meet you here at the and her beauty increased with her years. same hour." Mrs, West.continued unheard of, and her husband had resigned himself to the thought of never beholding her again, thinking of her often to be sure, but finding. They parted the one went in, fasten a source of consolation in the daily aug-ing the door after him, whilst the other mentation of his daughters increasing at-slinging around his shoulders the folds of tractions. his cloak, commenced his way back to the

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What shall I have for doing this?" "Fifty dollars “Enough÷good night,”

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Cold weather had now set in, unusual city, a distance of four miles from Mr ly early, and the inmates. of the mansion West's mansion. This is a dangerons were mostly confined to the shelter of its affan," he muttered to himself as he walkroof. The sun seldom enlivened the scene on but chance has already saved me with his rays, while the chill northern from the gallows it may do so agam winds, as they sighed through the woods, But whether it does or not, 'tis only chance scattered over the ground the last yellow in the end, and a man can't die but once eaves of autunin, and at intervals a mo- so sooner or later, what's the odds.

At the same hour on the following night

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